My dad was an accountant, and a darn good one. Honest, trustworthy, and persistant in making sure every column added up and balanced. He loved his job and found value in it. At the same time, his life revolved around those numbers, and tomorrow would be much as today, and the same as 37 Tuesdays from this one; tallying and balancing. Despite his best efforts, I couldn't bear the thought of doing the same thing every day. Thus, my life as a firefighter/EMT. We agreed to disagree; he thought I was crazy for moving toward a burning structure or aircraft, though he respected me for doing it. We both found a career that made us feel needed and fulfilled, and gave us a reason to get up in the morning. I never felt heroic or brave, it's just my job. He never felt vain for being able to say that every audit on his books was spotless for over 20 years; it was just *his* job. Those who have a hero thing tend to be left behind quickly in emergency services, and those who think they can cook the books tend to be left behind in business. We gravitate toward what interests us, be it cop, firefighter, EMS, or accounting. It's often called trite, but doing what interests you means you'll never work a day in your life, and that's why I'm a firefighter/EMT, Charlie Brown...